Phirbe Na Go—ফিরবে না গো—Could Words Bring Back?

"And take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind
Down the foggy ruins of time
Far past the frozen leaves
The haunted frightened trees
Out to the windy bench
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky
With one hand waving free
Silhouetted by the sea
Circled by the circus sands
With all memory of fate
Driven deep beneath the waves
Let me forget about today until tomorrow"-----------------------------------------------------------
At an antipode to that intoxication and revelation in the turbulence of youth, I came upon this hangover and realization in the doldrums of age: *

The version in the traditional Bengali script is directly below. A translation into English follows--at the bottom of this post. The translation is fairly literal, except that the last sentence has been changed into a question.-----------------------------------------------------------ফিরবে না গো

সকাল ৪:১৯, ১৮ ই এপ্রিল, ২০১৬ খ্রিব্রুক্লিন, নিউয়র্ক-----------------------------------------------2016 April 18th, 4:19 amBrooklyn, New York-----------------------------------------------Could Words Bring Back?When I was busy with my childhood games,What did I know of the woes of age?Now, when I wake to the light of the day,There are things I remember that I think I should write.They never are written. But could words ever bringThe return of the things that have floated away?translation added:2016 May 13th, FriBrooklyn, New York